A gay story: Humbling Hunter Ch. 01
Note: I originally wrote a story called Taming Hunter, but was not happy with some of the overall story decisions I made. I’ve updated it here with my new version, but left the old chapters up. Hope you enjoy 🙂
Hunter’s mother was disappointed when he got violent and rebellious tattoos and piercings at 18, was suspended at 19 for picking fights, and arrested at 21 for driving intoxicated on the highway. Her new husband, Dave, also shared her fear when they found out about Hunter’s dangerous behavior. Despite Hunter’s displeasure, they decided to send him to the Men’s Society, a reform school run by a man named Alexander in the countryside.
Hunter was angry about missing out on his summer plans of partying and relaxing at the beach. He knew Dave was the one behind this decision, as he had heard about the Men’s Society from a colleague whose own son had benefited from their program. The Society had connections with the legal system and promised to rehabilitate delinquent individuals like Hunter, wiping their records clean. However, Hunter had no intention of changing his rebellious ways, and he was determined to keep his wild lifestyle. He did not want the courts or the Men’s Society to know that, though.
Hunter’s final goodbye with his mom was short and sweet. She hugged him tightly, expressing her love and missing him already. Dave, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to shake Hunter’s hand. He simply handed him his duffel bag with a hope that Hunter would return in better spirits. Holding back his anger, Hunter stormed off towards the security line, plotting ways to get back at his stepdad for all the wrongs he had done.
Perhaps he would find satisfaction in Dave’s tires being mysteriously flat after a long day at work. Or maybe he could seek revenge by seducing the secretary that Dave was secretly seeing behind his mother’s back, and let him be the one to unwittingly take Hunter’s leftovers. The thought of Dave’s shocked expression upon realizing that he was no longer desirable to anyone, not even his own wife, brought a smirk to Hunter’s face. He was well aware of his stepdad’s insecurities, which were evident in his constant use of beard dye to appear younger and more attractive. It was clear that even his mother’s love wasn’t enough to keep her interested in Dave, who was well past his prime.
Hunter briefly considered exposing Dave’s affair to his mom, but he knew it would only cause her immense pain. His real issue was with Dave, and he wanted to make him pay for all the wrongs he had committed. As he angrily made his way through the airport, Hunter couldn’t help but question how his mom could even consider marrying a man who was only a few years older than her own son. He was a grown man, after all, and did not need a stepdad.
Hunter conveniently ignored the fact that without his stepdad’s money, he would have been unemployed and living on the street instead of living in his parents’ new luxury penthouse.
Hunter was, for all intents and purposes, a brat.
On the plane, Hunter put his charm on the flight attendant, disarming him into over-serving him alcohol. He had that effect on a lot of guys, especially the preppy ones. As the plane landed, Hunter was feeling warm and more cheerful, having spent the long flight sipping vodka sodas, all charged to his stepdad’s credit card, and devising a months-long campaign against Dave. As he entered baggage claim, he considered making a run for it. After all, how hard could it be for a guy with his charisma and skills to make a living on his own? He lost that thought when he made eye contact with a fit 30 year old man with a cheerful smile and a crisp black suit on. His tan seemed to defy the cloudy sky. He was holding a sign saying Hunter Williams, and when they locked eyes, he grinned wider and walked swiftly over to Hunter, his muscular legs carrying him there with ease. Hunter groaned.
Of COURSE I have a chaperone. And by the looks of it, he knows exactly who I am and what I look like. Dave’s doing, again. He must have known I’d at least consider bailing and gave the Men’s Society a heads-up. The fucker.
“Good evening, Mr. Williams! I am Luca, Master Alexander’s servant.” Hunter was taken aback by the Italian accent, and suddenly the man’s unnaturally good looks made sense. He loved a Mediterranean guy.
Not that I’m gay. I just can appreciate objective looks.
It was the same thing he told himself after letting his best friend, who reminded him vaguely of the Greek statues they’d seen during museum field trips, give him a blowjob in the school bathroom. He was just a substitute for a girl, nothing else. He didn’t care to think about how many times he dreamed about being back in that bathroom and doing more, running his fingers through Henry’s curly hair, lowering his mouth to Henry’s pants…
“Uh, evening, I guess.”
Luca chuckled, and Hunter’s pale cheeks blushed, suddenly paranoid that the suave gentleman could read his thoughts. “Of course, travel can make time confusing. It is 4:00 p.m. on Saturday the 14th. Now, please follow me.”
And with that Luca turned on his heel and strode toward the exit. Hunter tagged behind, lugging his rolling suitcase. It wasn’t until they reached the black sedan and he hauled his bag into the trunk that Hunter realized two things.
1. I didn’t even give this stranger my normal snark, or resist following him to his car.
2. If he’s the valet, why am I the one following and dragging the bags?
Luca was certainly disarming, and Hunter took resentment with how quickly he conceded to the man. After all, he was used to the one getting his way from others! Luca continued with the valet duties, opening the back door for Hunter, and subsequently getting behind the wheel. Hunter made sure to hit his suitcase against the back of the car as he loaded it in the trunk, frowning insolently at the valet. Luca only smiled widely in return. As they rolled through the green countryside, Luca passed the time by asking Hunter questions, like what LA was like, who were his friends, did he have any special people in his life. Although he started snippily, Hunter was surprised at how open he was with the man. Maybe because he didn’t immediately recoil at Hunter’s alt appearance, or treat him like a feral dog. Or maybe it was the heavy pours on the plane.
“…Yeah me and Henry were really close, I’d say my best friend, until about half a year ago when-” NOPE. Hunter shut his mouth and glared at the driver through the rearview mirror, treating him to his best scowl. No way he was telling this stranger about that. For his part, Luca didn’t pry, and continued to smile, even as he stared into Hunter’s sneering face in the mirror. Hunter was the first to break eye contact, not wanting to look into Luca’s light green eyes anymore. For good measure, he kicked his feet up on the console, sure his dirty converse would drive the man ballistic. No response.
The rest of the ride passed in a similar silence to the ride with his mom and Dave. At last, they turned off the main road and traveled a well-paved path through a light forest, eventually coming to a low brick wall extending on either side out of eyesight, a solid gate where it met the road, giving total privacy to the estate inside. Luca pressed a button on the car console. The gate crawled open from the center, and he eased the car through the passage. The woods continued forward as far as Hunter could see, and he wondered vaguely just how big this place was. A small building, maybe the size of a large shed, sat in a space in the trees just inside the gate, and Luca pulled the car into a space next to it.